The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
The screaming, the bitching, the overly dramatic actions of people once thought sane; those are the first signs that we are getting close to Christmas. Follow it with general depression, the need to retreat from all human contact, and you know that you have a month of this to go.
The shopping? There will be none. The food? Yeah, we'll have that and I am thankful for it. The bill paying? Well, there's only so much that can be done in a time like now.
Surprises from the past? Always. Odd the timing of everything.
People try to make you feel better. People try to make you laugh and enjoy everything. People try to tell you that everything that you are doing is wrong and that you should be doing everything their way, for their way is the way of the lord.
God, but I wish I could go back to the old days. There was a time that I absolutely adored Christmas time. It truly was a favored holiday. No as much anymore at all. Should I even take the time to decorate? I don't see why I should. There is no place in the living room for a tree. Ma's stuff has spilled over into every room of the house now (with, luckily, the exception of my brother's and my own rooms) so there really isn't any way to decorate. How can you infuse stacks of papers, baskets, boxes, books, artwork, dollar store menageries, and magazines with holiday cheer? Why bother when all that happens is that you get yelled at because you left something undone somewhere.
Yes, I'm just as much to blame as everyone else. I sure that I could force myself into the holiday spirit. It just doesn't seem worth it. It really doesn't.
I can't wait for this season to be over. Maybe I can just simply enjoy winter.
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The shopping? There will be none. The food? Yeah, we'll have that and I am thankful for it. The bill paying? Well, there's only so much that can be done in a time like now.
Surprises from the past? Always. Odd the timing of everything.
People try to make you feel better. People try to make you laugh and enjoy everything. People try to tell you that everything that you are doing is wrong and that you should be doing everything their way, for their way is the way of the lord.
God, but I wish I could go back to the old days. There was a time that I absolutely adored Christmas time. It truly was a favored holiday. No as much anymore at all. Should I even take the time to decorate? I don't see why I should. There is no place in the living room for a tree. Ma's stuff has spilled over into every room of the house now (with, luckily, the exception of my brother's and my own rooms) so there really isn't any way to decorate. How can you infuse stacks of papers, baskets, boxes, books, artwork, dollar store menageries, and magazines with holiday cheer? Why bother when all that happens is that you get yelled at because you left something undone somewhere.
Yes, I'm just as much to blame as everyone else. I sure that I could force myself into the holiday spirit. It just doesn't seem worth it. It really doesn't.
I can't wait for this season to be over. Maybe I can just simply enjoy winter.
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